Poems About Writers Block Seeking Honest Critique
#WritersBlock
Anne-Ri999
On wings of gossamer, light and free,
a butterfly dances, wild and carefree.
Yet on its fragile, silken span,
a drop of blood, a crimson plan.
A delicate bead, so stark, so bright,
against the wings, a haunting sight.
In the garden’s hush,
where flowers bloom,
It flutters softly, dispelling gloom.
a butterfly dances, wild and carefree.
Yet on its fragile, silken span,
a drop of blood, a crimson plan.
A delicate bead, so stark, so bright,
against the wings, a haunting sight.
In the garden’s hush,
where flowers bloom,
It flutters softly, dispelling gloom.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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AfterSexDilemma
Captures
the essence of moments
that are often difficult
to articulate,
whether
it's the bittersweet
aftermath of love,
the haunting echoes of past
connections,
or the profound sense
of longing and loss.
This unflinching exploration
of such themes creates
a profound emotional
impact on readers.
the essence of moments
that are often difficult
to articulate,
whether
it's the bittersweet
aftermath of love,
the haunting echoes of past
connections,
or the profound sense
of longing and loss.
This unflinching exploration
of such themes creates
a profound emotional
impact on readers.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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DamianDeadLove
I'm a humble enigma
Mysteries unfold
In whispers of dawn I breathe
Mysteries unfold
In whispers of dawn I breathe
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Vision_of_insanity
A mountain is not
what you see
from the air.
A vision is not what
you can see inside
the mountain...
Inside the mountain
a rock heart of
insanity.
Trembling.
what you see
from the air.
A vision is not what
you can see inside
the mountain...
Inside the mountain
a rock heart of
insanity.
Trembling.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Characters in my story... TheOralizer
Your hieroglyphic ideographic writing,
minted in gold on bare stone,
It is a spectacle of ancient elegance
and timeless majesty.
Each symbol, meticulously engraved,
shines with a golden light that contrasts
with the austere coldness of stone.
The lines and curves of hieroglyphs
capture an ethereal beauty,
while the precision of art
is a testament to the skill
and dedication required to create such work.
The gold, shining and pure,
gives a feeling of opulence and solemnity,
transforming...
minted in gold on bare stone,
It is a spectacle of ancient elegance
and timeless majesty.
Each symbol, meticulously engraved,
shines with a golden light that contrasts
with the austere coldness of stone.
The lines and curves of hieroglyphs
capture an ethereal beauty,
while the precision of art
is a testament to the skill
and dedication required to create such work.
The gold, shining and pure,
gives a feeling of opulence and solemnity,
transforming...
#confessional
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Pete
dear Pete I'm writing you these lines cause I've been there before
stuck with a line and no more
sometimes I shoot down all of my ideas
as being insuffient my muse corrupt
no one wil relate to this better shut up
and I did for a very long time
my rhymes shattered my confindence gone
insidious need, I have to create
then a voice told me just write
no matter the subject matter
even if you think its kooky
then I found the ones I liked least
were the ones best recieved
they were the poems I bare my soul
honestyly...
stuck with a line and no more
sometimes I shoot down all of my ideas
as being insuffient my muse corrupt
no one wil relate to this better shut up
and I did for a very long time
my rhymes shattered my confindence gone
insidious need, I have to create
then a voice told me just write
no matter the subject matter
even if you think its kooky
then I found the ones I liked least
were the ones best recieved
they were the poems I bare my soul
honestyly...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#WritersBlock
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4 Comments
Another Day, Another Scribble
Sometimes I sit here,
staring at the blank page,
wondering what to write about
what’s rattling around in my head.
Is it something profound,
or am I just taking the piss again?
Sometimes I think I’m winding people up,
other times, I’m genuinely trying to say something.
I write when I’m happy.
I write when I’m sad.
I write when the world looks beautiful
and when it looks like the bottom of a bin,
Even if it might smell a bit crappy,
Sometimes it’s rage pouring out,
sometimes it’s a laugh at my own expense.
I never...
staring at the blank page,
wondering what to write about
what’s rattling around in my head.
Is it something profound,
or am I just taking the piss again?
Sometimes I think I’m winding people up,
other times, I’m genuinely trying to say something.
I write when I’m happy.
I write when I’m sad.
I write when the world looks beautiful
and when it looks like the bottom of a bin,
Even if it might smell a bit crappy,
Sometimes it’s rage pouring out,
sometimes it’s a laugh at my own expense.
I never...
#dark
#funny
#honesty
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock
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Mask of Originality
In the passages of creativity, where the muse whispers from the depth of a soul, a villain looms—one that is dishonest and empty who claims accolades.
A new age has dawned, where the pen once wielded with sweat and soul is replaced by keys tapping into endless algorithms, yet some dare to claim the resulting words as wholly their own.
Ai might have started with good intentions but it didn't stay this way, with a spark of innovation, the humming of machines learning the words, and the rhythms of the poet and recycling their authentic thoughts,...
A new age has dawned, where the pen once wielded with sweat and soul is replaced by keys tapping into endless algorithms, yet some dare to claim the resulting words as wholly their own.
Ai might have started with good intentions but it didn't stay this way, with a spark of innovation, the humming of machines learning the words, and the rhythms of the poet and recycling their authentic thoughts,...
#lies
#LifeAsAWriter
#technology #WritersBlock
#technology #WritersBlock
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That Stunning Mystery
Staring at a blank page.
The pen is ready,
sitting on "G' waiting of "O".
My head is spinning,
trying to chart a path through
my cluttered thoughts.
Trying to spin poetry from
threads of thought,
weave words together
into some form of seamless cloth
with pleasing patterns
that evoke sounds of music.
Something from nothing is the result
of the dreamer's disease.
Syllables in a word soup and salad
topped with a cream sauce
and seasoned to taste.
A wastepaper...
The pen is ready,
sitting on "G' waiting of "O".
My head is spinning,
trying to chart a path through
my cluttered thoughts.
Trying to spin poetry from
threads of thought,
weave words together
into some form of seamless cloth
with pleasing patterns
that evoke sounds of music.
Something from nothing is the result
of the dreamer's disease.
Syllables in a word soup and salad
topped with a cream sauce
and seasoned to taste.
A wastepaper...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
#WritersBlock #WritingPoetry
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the reviewer says
in his notebooks were discovered
his thoughts upon those who would study them
after he was dead,
and I know how it looks,
but the writer always wants to be read ..
his thoughts upon those who would study them
after he was dead,
and I know how it looks,
but the writer always wants to be read ..
#WritersBlock
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COUNTERWEIGHT OFF THE TAIL ME BOYS (Fri., 10-11-2024; Palm Springs, California)
just counterweight
off
the tail
me boys
just counterweight
off
the tail
or in other
words
to put it
more simply
just counterweight
off
the tail
me boys
counterweight
off
the
t
a
i
l
for i m afraid
there may not be
much
left of me
afterwards
here tonight
beyond
the resonant echo s
widely spreading...
off
the tail
me boys
just counterweight
off
the tail
or in other
words
to put it
more simply
just counterweight
off
the tail
me boys
counterweight
off
the
t
a
i
l
for i m afraid
there may not be
much
left of me
afterwards
here tonight
beyond
the resonant echo s
widely spreading...
#courage
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#heroic
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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MY FEEBLE PEN'S UNCERTAIN, ATTEMPTED RETURN (5:25pm, 10-7-2024; at KOFFI North, Palm Springs, California)
pausing here
this afternoon
with pen
and paper
in hand again
in hopes
of tapping
back into
my innate
creative muse s
too long neglected
too long distracted
ever mysterious
inner realms
to try retuning
back into
channeling
and releasing
whatever spontaneously arisen
free flow purge
of perceptive
conscious
and subconscious
self expression
might
to my surprise
possibly arise
from...
this afternoon
with pen
and paper
in hand again
in hopes
of tapping
back into
my innate
creative muse s
too long neglected
too long distracted
ever mysterious
inner realms
to try retuning
back into
channeling
and releasing
whatever spontaneously arisen
free flow purge
of perceptive
conscious
and subconscious
self expression
might
to my surprise
possibly arise
from...
#aging
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia
#WritersBlock
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